10 am, Mihua Town.

A Citroen pulls up in the hospital parking lot.

Ireland, who was in charge of driving, got out of the car, walked around to the back seat and opened the door, and a man with the same light blond hair as him stepped down first.

His movements were stiff, like a puppet with tangled strings. He almost tripped when he got out of the car, but quickly stabilized his body, stood up blankly, and stood beside him.

Ireland didn't care, he looked at the following

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